"How is this place?"
In front of us is a large sea of flowers, red, white, pink, on branches, grass, and vines. The flowers are in clusters, colorful and colorful. The air is filled with the rich fragrance of flowers.
The last time Tang Zhao saw so many flowers was at Fuhui, but compared to the ingenious flower fence on Jianzhou Island, the flowers here were more vibrant and wilder.
Especially the floral scent. The flower fence on Jianzhou Island traps the fragrance of flowers. Only when you get closer can you smell the unique smell of various flowers. However, here, the fragrance of all the flowers is mixed together, so strong that it seems to drip out of water.
In fact, it's so strong that it can't even be called a fragrance, but the taste becomes strange.
"It's very good." Tang Zhao sniffed.
For those who appreciate the flowers, the flowers here are a bit messy, but for the fu sword masters who extract the fragrance, this is a paradise.
Zhang Rong said: "Collect this fragrance first. If you feel it is not enough, there is another kind of wind in it."
Tang Zhao said: "What?"
Zhang Rong said: "There is a big bell inside. It is a historical relic of the previous dynasty. It is said to be the bell tower on the old site of Zhaocheng. According to your classification, the sound is also a kind of wind, right?"
Tang Zhao nodded. The sound was really a kind of wind. It could be heard, invisible or intangible, and it had some nature, so it was naturally regarded as wind. But in sword-making materials, sound is not easy to use because the sound is fluctuating and unstable. Forging swords and making weapons from unstable materials is too risky and has always been unpopular. If Tang Zhao chose the two sword techniques of Dragon Tooth Sword as materials, he would choose Dragon Power instead of Dragon Roan. But if it is in an uninhabited wilderness and a big bell emits a rich chime, it should still be worth collecting.
Zhang Rong said: "I saw this place in the classics. It is said that in the last years of the previous dynasty, there was a bloody battle in front of the bell tower. A prince king who was our ally in the Jin Dynasty attacked the city. The city gate had been breached. Seeing that The city was not saved. Later, the former governor attached his spirit to the bell, transformed into a bell spirit, and rang the bell, killing tens of thousands of troops... and all the people in the city. The hundreds of miles around the city became a dead place. .”
Tang Zhao was shocked and said: "Is this... the end of the dynasty? Can such a thing... be done?"
The spirit official attached himself to the bell with his spiritual form, and the sound of the bell shocked tens of thousands of people to death? He had seen all kinds of strange methods of spirituality at the Fu Meeting, but he didn't know there were such branches. This should be the ultimate indiscriminate attack, right? Why don't turtles use it? If someone unexpectedly uses this move at a meeting, not to mention the swordsman, how many of the young talisman sword masters can resist it? If hundreds of people died, Long Yuan would be completely defeated.
Zhang Rong said: "Perhaps the legends from a hundred years ago are exaggerated? But the spiritual officials in the previous dynasty had many methods. It is said that some controlled living people and some attached corpses. How could we know that there were no attached objects to enhance energy? Possessing bronze bells can also It may not be impossible. At most, it is lost now."
Tang Zhao thoughtfully said: "Yes, the spirit officer system of the previous dynasty is similar to the phantom, ever-changing. In fact, the swordsman and spirit officer are both systems with unlimited potential. It would be great if they could be combined."
Zhang Rong laughed at the situation and said: "It's okay to say what you said now. If you had said it at the beginning, I'm afraid both sides would have got rid of you. The so-called east wind overwhelms the west wind, or the west wind overwhelms the east wind. Now the world is dominated by swordsmen. , Lingguan’s scriptures can no longer be recited. It’s a pity that Lingguan was so prosperous and prosperous back then. Now it’s just a few lines of history books.”
He sighed a few words and said: "You can collect your energy here first. Let's go back to the bell to pay homage and then collect the bells. If the bells are not enough by then, we can dig deeper and maybe we can find something. Some murderous spirit."
Tang Zhao shook his head and said: "It's just murderous aura. Murderous aura is also popular, and it's ominous. But it's always good to pay homage."
Both of them are scholars, and it is inevitable that they have some fondness for nostalgic discussions of history. When they see the historical relics of the past dynasties, they will inevitably feel emotional, and maybe even compose poems to pay homage. Tang Zhao couldn't write the poem, but that didn't stop him from wanting to go and have a look. Of course, the important thing at hand is to collect materials first, and put the rest first. When time is tight, you can save everything by paying homage to the past.
At that moment, Tang Zhao took out the talisman page, prepared the materials, and began to collect the floral fragrance.
Neither of them noticed that there was a pair of eyes deep in the flowers staring at them.
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"Feng Zhai".
Jiang Shenyi stood in front of a mansion, reading the plaque on the door.
"This family's surname is Feng?"
Mai Shiyu said: "They are one of the three major aristocratic families in the local city. Unexpectedly, I didn't expect that they would join the Demon Cult and become the den of Demon Cult thieves in Zuocheng. Now that the Demon Cult gangsters have fled here, they can never deny it. . It’s true that if you don’t take the road to heaven, there will be no door to hell.”
Behind her, the prosecutors and prosecutors had already surrounded the mansion. But even though they were surrounding him, everyone seemed to be a little wary and not filled with murderous intent.
Mai Shiyu waved his hand and said: "Find someone with a loud voice and give them an ultimatum to make them surrender, otherwise they may not be able to lay eggs if the nest is overturned."
The prosecutor next to him, Qianhu, agreed and said softly: "Deputy envoy, can you give me a little more time?"
Mai Shiyu said without turning his head: "What are you worried about? Are you afraid of a powerful local family? The powerful ones are the ones who are destroyed by the Inspectorate."
The Qianhu said: "This family's surname is Feng."
Mai Shiyu paused for a moment and said: "The guardian envoy is from Zhengyang County, not a local at all. What kind of serious relatives does he have in the local area? The Feng family is just clinging to him, and his relatives have been around five hundred years ago. The guardian envoy Ruo Now, if I know that the Feng family is planning to rebel, I will not let them go."
Jiang Shenyi said: "It's inconvenient for you to inspect the district department, so I'll take action."
Mai Shiyu was startled, then smiled softly and said: "Thank you, Brother Jiang, for your righteousness, but it is precisely because their family has a roundabout relationship with the guardian envoy that the District Prosecution Department must take action."
After that, she drew her sword.
The flowers are raining down from the sky, and the peaches and plums are scattered all over the garden, adding a bit of spring color to the deep courtyard.
Immediately afterwards, screams were heard in the house, one after another, as if something terrible happened in the house while the flowers were raining.
All the prosecutors and military attachés looked nervous. Most of the older ones were unbearable, but most of the younger ones were excited. It was obvious that the deputy envoy's tough tactics were admired by them.
Within a moment, someone in the house said: "Surrender, we surrender! We are willing to hand over the demon, please forgive me, my family is full of women and children!"
Mai Shiyu said to Jiang Shenyi: "Look, I haven't done anything serious yet. These arrogant and arrogant aristocratic families actually don't have any bones. They are more evil-minded, and they just want to do some crooked ways in a good life. But when the guillotine comes, they are more obedient than anyone else. .Wouldn’t it be better to surrender so early?”
Jiang Shenyi held his chin and said, "Don't you want to give an ultimatum first? You haven't persuaded them to surrender yet, how can they have the chance to surrender?"
…
Mai Shiyu ignored Jiang Shenyi's words and said loudly: "People inside, listen, don't play tricks on me. All tunnel entrances are blocked, no one can escape. I want sixteen demon sect members, one is missing, you guys Get someone from your own home to take over."
There was silence in the door. It was obvious that Mai Shiyu could even count the number of people clearly, which made the Feng family feel desperate.
Sure enough, after a while, the door opened, and the Feng family sent out sixteen tightly tied members of the Demon Cult. The head of the Feng family, dressed in white, led his family members to lie down on the ground to plead guilty.
These Feng family members had some wounds on their bodies, as if they had been cut by fine blades. Obviously, the rain of flowers falling from the sky brings more than just a beautiful spectacle.
Mai Shiyu waved his hand, and the prosecutor pounced on him. The demon cultists were captured and the Feng family was taken into custody. Someone else entered the mansion to search. They first searched for the demon cultists who were not hiding, and then searched for the Feng family's involvement in the demon cult. physical evidence. There is no doubt that the Feng family is connected with the Demon Sect. What is doubtful is their status in the Demon Sect.
The demon sect in the city has been searched, and the inspection department has won a complete victory. Mai Shiyu presided over it very beautifully, which also greatly increased her prestige within the Prosecution Department. Therefore, she did not stop the rituals at Dongjun Temple because all the demon cultists were arrested. Instead, she insisted that all people pray in the temple, and no one came to question her.
In the evening, Tang Zhao and Zhang Rong came to the bell tower at the old site of Zhaocheng.
The old site of the city has been immersed in hundreds of years, and the ruins are covered with weeds and flowers. It is green and full of vitality. From a distance, only the lush vegetation can be seen, and no trace of the scenery of the past can be seen.
Among the vegetation, the only remaining building is the bell tower. The wall is still intact, but it is covered with vines and ivy. It is like an unearthed bronze vessel covered with green embroidery. The rope hanging the bronze bell has long since rotted, and the big bell has fallen to the ground. The bronze bell is covered with green patina, and even when the sun shines obliquely, it doesn't reflect any metallic luster.
Tang Zhao was very disappointed when he saw this scene - it seems that the bronze bell that once shook hundreds of miles can no longer make a sound.
In the spirit of "Come on, come on", the two walked up to the bell tower. Tang Zhao cut the grass vines climbing on the clock and struck the surface of the clock with a little force with his fingers, only to make a muffled "buzzing" sound.
It's really ruined.
Fortunately, he did collect a lot of strong floral fragrance in the flower garden, and half of today's task was completed. If it was not possible, he could only ask Jiang Shenyi for some pure wind to make up for it.
"Shall we go back? Excuse me, sir."
Zhang Rong said: "Let's try cleaning it again? Does the Fu Sword Master have a way to clean the copper rust?"
Tang Zhao said: "Yes, but it's also a delicate job. It's only a day or two before the Devil's Cave arrives, and you have a lot to do. I also have to deal with the materials, and... who else?"
With a flash of his eyes, he saw a figure flashing past the corner of the bell tower, which seemed to be a human figure in red.
He turned back to Zhang Rong to confirm. Zhang Rong nodded slightly. Apparently the swordsman and martial arts master also saw something unusual.
Tang Zhao pulled out the magic weapon and said, "I'll go take a look." He jumped slightly and rushed towards the figure.
Normally, you wouldn't be so nervous when meeting other people in the suburbs, but this time it was just before the Devil's Cave came, the situation in the city was so turbulent, and the place was so desolate that people couldn't help but think too much about it.
However, after running a few steps towards the figure, he saw that the ground was covered with grass and there was no human figure. Tang Zhao pushed aside the grass, but still found nothing.
Worried about being lured away from the mountain, Tang Zhao hurried back to the bell tower.
On the bell tower, Zhang Rong was safe and sound. Tang Zhao breathed a sigh of relief, and after thinking about it carefully, he realized that he was the one who should be worried about the two of them. If someone wants to sneak attack a great master or great swordsman, they have found the right person.
When he looked up, he suddenly discovered that the bell had been hung up again by Zhang Rong. Once the huge bronze vessel was lifted off the ground, it was still very spectacular.
"Mr. Zhang...this?"
"It's here. Give it a try."
Tang Zhao still felt that it was unnecessary. Hanging the copper bell looked more like a pile of scrap metal.
Zhang Rong smiled and said, "Then I'll do it." He took out something from his sleeve, which turned out to be Concubine Xiang's bamboo folding fan.
He used this light folding fan to strike the copper bell.
"When-when-"
The sound of drums in the evening and bells in the morning resounds hundreds of miles away!
"Brother Shen!"
"Um!"
When Shen Changqing walks on the road, whenever he meets someone he knows, he will say hello or nod to each other.
But no matter who it is.
There was no unnecessary expression on everyone's face, as if they were indifferent to everything.
To this.
Shen Changqing has become accustomed to it.
Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, an organization that maintains the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, there are also some other side jobs.
It can be said.
Everyone in the Demon Suppression Division has a lot of blood on their hands.
When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.
When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but he got used to it over time.
The Demon-Suppressing Division is huge.
Those who can stay in the Demon Suppressing Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.
Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.
Among them, the Demon Suppressor Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian Envoy and the other is the Demon Slayer.
Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Department starts from the lowest level as a demon slayer.
Then he will be promoted step by step, and he is expected to eventually become a guardian envoy.
Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level among the demon slayers.
Possessing the memory of a previous life.
He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.
It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of a loft.
Unlike other places in the Demon Suppressing Division that were full of chills, the attic here seemed to stand out from the crowd, showing a different kind of tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppressing Division.
At this time, the attic door was open, and occasionally people came in and out.
Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment before stepping in.
Enter the attic.
The environment changes in vain.
The fragrance of ink mixed with the faint smell of blood hit his face, making him frown instinctively, but then relaxed it quickly.
There is almost no way to cleanse away the smell of blood on everyone in the Demon-Suppressing Division.
